A/N: Heh, I know, it's been so long since I updated. Anyways, quick note : The italics are Kylu's thoughts unless shown otherwise. When Virginia and Kylu are together its mainly Kylu's thoughts but not always. It should be pretty obvious.
Disclaimer: All the characters and such included in this story that has been seen in the Harry Potter series are Rowling's. Not mine.
Left. Right. Right. Up the stairs. Through the 2nd floor hall.
Kylu was sprinting at an impressively fast rate, her book bag flying, trying to make it to her first Transfiguration class on time. Looking at her watch, she noticed the hand was again teetering awfully close to "Late", maybe its permanently stuck there, she thought as she waved at a suit of armor who, in return, raised its visor in salute. Finally, she spotted the wooden doors and cringed as she heard the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall call for attention as she went through the attendance.
"April Lee"
"Present"
" Kylu Lestrange…"
"Present" Professor McGonagall turned to see a slightly flushed and out of breath Kylu sitting in the desk at the far corner, closest to the door. Smooth Kylu, very smooth. She bent her head and quickly busied herself with taking out her quills, inkbottles, parchment and wand as McGonagall continued with the name call. She turned and surveyed the classroom, spotting Virginia and the somewhat familiar faces of her Gryffindor classmates at the back of the room. Note to self; arrive on time to have a choice in the seating arrangement. Kylu was well aware her teacher's questioning gaze fixed on her ducked head. Ignoring it, she pretended to look for a non-existing object in her book bag. My first transfigury class, she thought wearily. The day wasn't looking up.
Maybe, just maybe it won't be as embarrassing as potions class.
***
As the rest of the students filed out of the classroom, Kylu ungracefully plopped down onto a chair in front of Snape's desk. Ouch. His attractive looking yet firm chairs didn't help her already sore body. Grimacing slightly, she waved a quizzical looking Virginia on as she waited with little patience for Snape to look up from his furious essay grading. Finally, the professor lifted his head and set his quill down so he may rub his eyes tiredly.
"Now, Miss Lestrange, I'm sure that you have assumed the reason you are in my office, no? Well, since you seem to be severely lacking in potions knowledge I have arranged for the tutor you requested. You will be owled with the details regarding the tutoring schedule, location and such. That is all."
Kylu, who had been sitting rigid absorbing the information, could tell from the dismissive tone that she should hurry along to her class. Yet she was too curious.
"Sir, who is my tutor?"
He frowned and looked up from his work, expecting her to have left already. "I believe your tutor is Mr. Malfoy, a seventh year. Quite knowledgeable."
***
Now Kylu sat in Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws, looking at the board as Professor McGonagall wrote down the spell to transform inanimate objects into living beings. She didn't notice the pair of eyes observing her intently as she picked up her wand to perform the transfiguration.
Like a hawk observing its prey, he watched her, his red eyes narrowed to slits. His tongue traveled across his upper lip. He could already taste the blood.
As Kylu picked up her wand she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and stand on end.
She was a worthy appointment, and interesting alley. It was a pity that she was no longer of use alive. Her soul on the other hand… She thought she would be safe here but nothing could save her from her past. His lips curved into a cruel smirk. She turned to face him her dark eyes widening, but it was too late, he raised his wand and called out her death.
Kyla's eyes grew wide as she took in the sight in front of her.
Avada Kedavra
Screams echoed through the room.
Oh shit, not again.
***
Jet-black velvety hair was sprayed over her beautiful face. Almond shaped eyes stared accusingly at the form towering over the lifeless body crumpled on the grassy hill.
"Wormtail, dispose of this garbage."
"Y-yes. Master," A disfigured man broke through the dark circle of death-eaters and scampered forwards to collect the broken body.
"Now, to progress to the matters at hand." His ruby eyes glittering, a now elegantly clad Voldermort made his way to the middle of the circle. "Jade Magus is disposed of, she is of much more use dead than alive. The day she swore her allegiance to me, she sold her ermia as a Magus. Her spirit will ease my hunger for now. Mclair, prepare the cauldron. Lucius fetch Severus: he waits for you in Skull cave. The ceremony begins."
The Death-eaters dispersed and left their leader on top of the hill. He gazed down with satisfaction, and raised his hand.
Morsmorde!
Nearby, a newborn baby cried out as his dream was shattered by a dark presence.
Soon Virginia, Soon…
***
Now that is one giant pissed off rat. Great job, Kylu.
Kylu gazed up at the snarling rodent, now reaching an impressive height of 7 feet. Its teeth, now larger then her head, were bared, the rat had looked a lot less intimidating in its original state: a flower vase. Her wand loosened its self from her frozen fingers and clattered to the ground.
Well Kylu, you made this mistake, you can undo it.
Even her inner voice, the confident one, seemed a little shaken. Oh, how she didn't need this on her first day at school.
The rat's beady eyes were focused on her almond ones. Its teeth were of a revolting pale yellow. Kylu felt her stomach turn; however she met its gaze unwaveringly. The surrounding students faded into a calm darkness as noises blurred together and time slowed to a snail pace. Her arm raised, she opened her mouth, unprepared for the words that rolled over her tongue and came tumbling out. Of course, she was reciting the spell they had learnt but 30 minutes ago, but it sounded foreign coming from her mouth. She repeated it like a mantra, her eyes widening as other, unknown words found their way into her chant. At a complete lost, she concentrated on her words, reinforcing them with ever willing fiber in her body. Subconsciously Kylu closed her eyes and let the floodgates open: the magic roared triumphantly like rushing water and swept her up in it's current.
Her wand lay deserted on the classroom floor.
***
"Kylu?"
Kylu opened one eye, unwilling to break her trance, only to find that she was no longer in the classroom but in a white room. Kylu groaned: she recognized this room, it was the hospital wing. Not only that, but there was no rat, no disheveled McGonagall with wand in hand and no scared students. Kylu lifted her upper body off the bed and slowly propped herself up against the backboard. She turned to Poppy, the school nurse.
"Oow. Hallo…"
The school matron simply tut-tutted and busied herself making an I-just-fainted-from-too-much-magical-exertion pepper up potion for Kylu. As she muttered to herself about safety procedures, a soft knock echoed through the room. Professor Dumbledore stuck his head, and smiled at the groggy patient.
"I see that you are making quite an event out of your first day as a student in Hogwarts, Miss Lestrange" the Headmaster smiled kindly at Kylu, who was busy studying her hands, "Professor McGonagall informed me of this morning's events. I am quite impressed Kylu, you seem to have a magical prowess quite remarkable. Only the truly gifted are able to perform wandless magic."
Kylu grimaced as she shifted her body weight. "With all due respect sir, all wandless magic seems to do for me is get me acquainted with the classroom floor …" Not to mention that it is extremely embarrassing to have a fainting spell on the first day of school...
Her Headmaster's silver moustache quivered. "The Staff realize that it will be difficult for you to perform magic at first, but with aid you could train your self and sharpen your senses. Your ability to cast wandless magic will improve with time. The hardest part, Kylu, would be starting the training and getting used to using a part of your brain that naturally lies dormant. If you do proceed with the training, your powers will reach heights and push boundaries unimaginable by many wizards and witches. But do remember, if you do take it upon yourself to further your abilities, you will have to learn to control and focus your power. Power is never something to be taken lightly or foolishly," the Professor added thoughtfully.
After a moment of silence, Dumbledore stood up and straightened out his purple robes with twinkling stars and crescent moons, and passed Kylu some chocolate that had been resting on the bedside table. "Think about it, Kylu, give it serious thought. Then contact me with your response." The Professor winked at his pensive student who offered him a weak smile in response before settling back to her thoughts.
Power…unimaginable power.
Power that would make them pay for what they did to my clan, to my people.
A small cold smile crept into her face; she had already made her decision.
Kylu slowly rose from the hospital bed, grabbed her bag and walked stiffly out of the room.
***
Soft melodious notes soared and filtered through the room, wrapping it in an enchanted blanket of lost thoughts, and memories.
Black rings circled each other on the dark cherry wood. Its rich shades of reddish brown gleamed in the light. Draco Malfoy could see every detail of his face reflected off the wood of his new Firebolt EM. He gently set down the broom in its unbreakable glass case. He didn't want it broken by his two ogre-like classmates.
In a daze he wandered about his room, trailing his agile fingers over bookcases, his desk, his Italian silk sheets on his bed. No one disturbed Draco Malfoy while his music was playing. Memories flashed before his eyes: his first broom, the first and only time his father hit him, his mother's death, the lake in the woods surrounding the Malfoy mansion. Looking out the window Draco watched the trees ark and bend to the whim of the wind.
A soft knock could be heard over the music. Snapping out of his trance, the young Malfoy swept his gaze over to his desk with his tutoring schedule, tapped his wand for the music to stop, and left his room.
It was dinner time.
Mr. Malfoy, your Potions tutoring sessions have been organized like the following:
Tomorrow: 5:00 pm – 3rd year Hufflepuff named Steven Regale
6:00 pm – 6th year Gryffindor named Kylu Lestrange
You will be contacted for further scheduling or rescheduling tomorrow morning.
A/N: There we go! FINALLY! *Swears under breath* Ok, so things are going pretty damn slow, but hehehe, good things come to those who wait, no?
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Thanks,
YIN